Fencesitters

Manicured maintenance of lawns and feet

In hearts overflowing with gardens

And only sometimes some distanced defeat

If the birds have gone home weigh myriad minds

Groping at classics piled in classic times

Moving over strange cups of tea and chocolatey orange rinds

Knowing their art is still echoing along hallways

That their whispers are set in the right place

But with a shady tear shed sideways

They bite their lips twist their face

Who cares if a war is shadowing the hills

Of if bullets are dancing within trees

Even if screams are muffled in hopping videos jumping stills

They'll look into fineprint of fine ads finding feathers

To stick to their bushy hats of erudite ambition

Like no scars haunt the nameless or their nethers

Only one word makes any sense, and that's 'Amen'

Well darlings, how far goes this fraying tether

Is beyond all the clatter of enemy chains

Ink blue ink stains who dares say who dares

To call this the end?